Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Technova,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.